Once Upon A Time(35)

“You can call me Rebecca. If you’d like to follow me, Mr. Black’s ready for you.”

Stepping into the large space, we walked towards Gabriel’s office.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked. I shook my head and she nodded. “Door open.”

Thankfully, I was smart enough to stay away from any kind of door knob after my first experience with Gabriel’s flashy doors. I didn’t need a repeat experience. Sighing, I stepped into the office, noticing Gabriel and Luca standing in the middle of the office.

“Don’t push it, Luca.” I heard Gabriel growl quietly as I stood in the doorway.

“Wouldn't dream of it, brother.” Luca chuckled. His eyes caught mine and he gave me a wink. “Anyway, I'll let you two… catch up.”

Luca patted his brother on the back, pulling a grunt from him as he stepped away to leave the room.

“Try not to kill yourself, Luca, I’m not bailing your ass out of jail again,” Gabriel growled, shaking his head as Luca shrugged in response.

“That wasn't my fault,” Luca stated, his eyes on me but addressing his brother. “I didn't know it was a one-way street.”

“Ninety percent of New York City is one-way.” Gabriel groaned. “I don’t think asking the cop whether he knew where to get some good pussy was a good idea either.”

Luca chuckled softly, turning back to his brother.

“Why? Just because he’s a cop doesn’t mean he doesn't know where all the good pussy is.”

“No, but then informing him you’re a British pimp didn't help the situation.”

Luca shook his head. “Americans, so serious.”

He saluted his brother before turning to me and blowing a kiss.

“If you don’t get your ass out of my office, Luca, I'll hit you so hard you won’t need a plane to get back to London.” Gabriel growled, stepping towards us.

“Yeah, yeah.” Luca waved, a smirk on his lips as he turned to me. “Go get him, tiger.”

“Did you seriously just call me tiger?” I laughed. “How very British of you.”

“Oh, I like her,” he said over his shoulder to his brother as he strutted out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, rocking on my heels as the silence took hold of the room. It was deafly quiet as we stared each other down, neither of us willing to back down. The silence was killing me, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I opened my mouth.

“So... British brother?” I moved further into the room and noticing, for the first time, how bare the black walls were. My eyes moved to his glass desk. There was no photo frames there either. The room was very professional, nothing to indicate Gabriel had a life outside of his work.

“You’re a regular Sherlock Homes, Ms. Miller. Who would've thought?” he replied dryly, moving to his desk and grabbing a set of keys.

“Hmm. I suggest you keep your day job. Comedy isn't your strong suit,” I threw back. “Is there a reason why I’m here or are you going to let me stand here like a lemon? Because I can do that in my own office.”

He grinned, placing a hand in his dress pants' pocket and making his way towards me.

“We’re working.” I watched, confused, as he stepped out of his office. “Are you just going to stand there like a lemon? Because you can do that in your own office.” I growled, rolling my eyes as we left his office and stepped into the elevator.

The doors closed and my breath caught in my throat. Being around Gabriel was hard enough, but being in a confined space with him was much harder than I anticipated. He was hard to read yet alluring, tempting and addicting. His smart mouth could match my own blow for blow. My defiance mingled with his need to satisfy his ego, something that not only infuriated me but turned me on to no end.

His deep throated chuckle pulled me out of my lust-filled thoughts. Moving my gaze to his, I noticed the look in his eyes.

“Remember what I said,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry, this isn't Fifty Shades, I’m not about to screw you in an elevator. Although being balls deep in your pussy sounds amazing right now, no matter the location.”

A smile tickled my lips. Saying his reference to my pussy didn't turn me on would be an absolute lie.

“I don’t know what I’m more worried about: the fact that you know about that book, or that you’re continually referring to my lady parts like it’s a normal everyday thing and we don’t work together.”

He stared, his eyes lingering a little too long into mine as the doors opened and we exited the elevator car. As we left the building, I felt eyes boring into me from behind; a small smile played on my lips as I knew it was from the women who clearly found Gabriel attractive.